12.3.09

100 Bullets

Here it is. Post 100. I expected some big thing, but it's 11:27 and I should be in bed, so don't expect Shakespeare. Instead, all I want to say is that today was not a good day. I keep pretty quiet these days for a bunch of reasons. Mainly being the people I thought I could trust kind of let me down. Not all of them. Enough of them, though. I learned. I don't make the same mistakes twice. Second, I've been happier. No need to write about pain when I have good things on the horizon.

It was hard to see that horizon today. It was cloudy.

I hate feeling second class. I hate feeling like my daughter is slipping away from me. I hate it all, and I'm tired of it.

What can I do? I know what I have to do, and I know what I will do. Some will understand. Some will not. Some will approve. Some will not. Don't really care either way.

Post 100. The title is from a great comic book series. You are given a gun with 100 bullets. You are to set things straight. You won't get in trouble. The gun and bullets can't be traced.